Chapter 22:

Chapter 22:

    When Fu Zhihuan spoke, he lowered his brows slightly.

    Although her tone looked light and calm, it contained a sense of oppression that made her whole body tense.

    Everyone in the museum stopped what they were doing at this moment, and looked towards this side.

    For a time, the huge judo hall was surprisingly quiet.

    But Wen Ruan keenly noticed that when Chen Jiao asked that sentence—

    Fu Zhihuan did not deny it.

    Wen Ruan quickly opened WeChat, and sent a WeChat message to Qin Sushan, who was coaxed back after a long stalker:

    [Wen Ruan]: Fu Zhihuan just said that I was the one he brought! what to do? urgent! Quickly back online and so on.

    [Qin Sushan]:…? and then.

    [Wen Ruan]: Your understanding is so poor! This rounding is that he confessed to me.

    [Qin Sushan]: [You are thinking about farting.jpg] You rounded from 6 to 100, right?

    Having a spoiled girlfriend is really a very painful thing.

    So Wen Ruan calmly blocked her.

    But joking aside, looking at the tense atmosphere between the two of them, Wen Ruan was still ready to persuade him to fight.

    After all, it's because of his own troubles, not to mention Zhao Zichen's father's face, it's best not to be too embarrassed.

    Who knew that before she stood up, she was pressed by Father Zhao who came back after walking around.

    "Mr. Zhao, the two of them..."

    "Let them fight."

    Father Zhao smiled and handed Wen Ruan a towel, indicating that she could use it to wipe off the sweat.

    Wen Ruan took the towel, but it was useless, she just put it on his lap, and then said, "But—"

    "It's okay, don't worry about it, Xiao Fu won't suffer."

    Father Zhao sat down leisurely while talking, hammering his thigh with his hand, as if he was watching the play: "Xiao Chen is still young and energetic after all, he has taken a few items After the award, I became more and more ecstatic. I called Fu Zhihuan this time because I wanted him to beat Xiao Chen."

    Wen Ruan understood.

    It turned out that Fu Zhihuan taught others, not because of himself.

    It's just that he agreed to Father Zhao's request originally, and he just made an excuse to make the situation go smoothly.

    Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, for some reason, she was a little disappointed.

    Father Zhao not only did not stop him, but also stood up cheerfully to be the referee.

    Chen Jiao had a hard time riding a tiger, so he had to bite the bullet and agree. He tightened his nerves, moved his muscles and bones, and thought to himself in his heart—

    Although Mr. Zhao often mentioned Fu Zhihuan as a proud student, after all, this is not someone's profession, and after so many years, he may not be able to compete with himself.

     

    Thinking about this, the hanging heart also let go.

    When he looked up at Fu Zhihuan, the confidence in his eyes deepened.

    Fu Zhihuan could see what Chen Jiao was thinking at a glance, he just casually sorted out his judo uniform, and then began with a courtesy: "Please enlighten me."

    Wen Ruan was a little worried.

    Although she has no doubts about Fu Zhihuan's ability, she also knows that in judo competition, weight will have a great advantage.

    Chen Jiao seems to be in the 100kg class, while Fu Zhihuan should be in the 70kg class.

    In comparison, Fu Zhihuan is the one who suffers.

    But soon, Wen Ruan knew that he was thinking too much.

      mistake.

    But Fu Zhihuan seems to be able to do it with ease, and there are reservations in his composure.

     

    Part of the sweat-wet hair fell down, a drop of sweat ran down the angular jaw, and then fell to the ground.

    Wen Ruan's heart trembled.

    Is this the power of hormones?

    And Qin Sushan was also a dazzling series of text messages at the moment, forcing Wen Ruanjia to return to her WeChat:

    [Qin Sushan]: Have you forgotten the agreement between our sisters! The blackout drill cannot exceed one and a half minutes! Otherwise, invite each other to dinner!

    [Wen Ruan]: Don't be noisy, I see pretty boy.

    Qin Sushan was furious:

    [Qin Sushan]: Send photos quickly, or the friendship will break.

    Wen Ruan took into account the emotions of her best friend, so she had to take two pictures, and then pressed down her phone to continue watching the game.

    "Bang-"

    Fu Zhihuan's movements were sharp, and the corners of his clothes were flying, mixed with the wind noise caused by friction.

    With a loud crash, Chen Jiao landed on his shoulders, and his back touched the ground in a large area.

    "Pressure begins!"

    However, when the referee hadn't shouted for 25 seconds, Chen Jiao knew that it was impossible to come back. After trying to struggle to no avail, he could only bite the bullet and say: "I lost."

    Fu Zhihuan heard the words, put away the movements in his hands, and performed a standard standing pose.

    After a few seconds of silence, there was a sudden burst of applause.

    Some people have long been unhappy with Chen Jiao's appearance of being the only one who won the award.

    "Xiao Chen, it's okay to lose."

    At this time, Mr. Zhao slowly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to support Chen Jiao, and began to sing and preach: "You are not bad in talent, and you can be more humble in the future to make more progress."

    Although Chen Jiao was in a panic, he had to be convinced. He nodded, then stepped forward and reached out to Fu Zhihuan: "Thank you, Mr. Fu for your guidance."

    Fu Zhihuan looked down at Chen Jiao's outstretched hand, chuckled lightly, then reached out and held it: "No thanks."

    Speaking of this, he leaned forward slightly, approached Chen Jiao's ear, and lowered his voice: "But I still have to correct it, I'm not here to guide you."

    Chen Jiao was stunned.

     

    The judo uniform was soaked with thin sweat, and now a beautiful back line was outlined.

    There were also some girls waiting in the rest area and female employees working as handymen.

    Since Fu Zhihuan came to power, she has not less heard female voices screaming in a low voice.

    Wen Ruan was sitting in the lounge area and could clearly hear people talking—

    "Seriously, I have come to the Judo gym to wait for my brother so many times, this is the first time I have seen such a handsome guy."

    "It's really handsome, after all, this kind of thing is hard to come by. Would you like to rush?"

    "No, the lady sitting over there seems to be his girlfriend?"

    "Hey, no. I just heard her chatting with Mr. Zhao, and they are ordinary friends. So you still have a chance! Why don't you hand me a towel?"

    I don't know why, Wen Ruan was in a happy mood just now, but after hearing these words, she suddenly became sour.

    It's as sad as when the vegetables on my farm were stepped on and stolen when I was in elementary school.

    But when I turned around and thought, at least the elementary school was sad because the food was stolen. But now Fu Zhihuan really has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't even stand to eat vinegar.

    After thinking about this, Wen Ruan felt even more sad.

    Especially when the group of people said they would act, they immediately asked for a towel.

    Fu Zhihuan glanced in the direction of Wen Ruan, saw her drooping head and looked listless, frowned slightly, and said "sorry" to the person who approached him. , walked towards her.

    Wen Ruan heard footsteps approaching, then raised her head.

    The young lady who just said rushing has already stood up. As soon as Fu Zhihuan walked into the range within her arm, she had already raised her hand, ready to put Hand out the towel—

    However, Fu Zhihuan did not turn his eyes to the side at all, but bent down and picked up the towel on Wen Ruan's leg naturally, put it on his neck, and wiped it. Sweat beads on forehead.

    He asked quietly, "What's wrong?"

    Then he rushed to see the young lady, stopped a little embarrassedly, and then sat back angrily.

    Wen Ruan was also taken aback by Fu Zhihuan's coherent movements.

    However, she soon realized that Fu Zhihuan blocked her peach blossoms invisibly.

    Wen Ruan, who analyzed this incident, was immediately excited.

     Her face that was still crying just now changed suddenly, the corners of her lips were raised, and she began to flatter and pat: "It's okay! Thank you for supporting me! You were really handsome just now. Every move and every move seems to have the kind of handsomeness that is otherworldly and above the sky, but the wind is light! The kind of A burst!"

    "..." Fu Zhihuan couldn't help laughing when he heard Wen Ruan's hype.

    He stretched out his hand and pressed his temple helplessly, then looked up at the eyes of the person in front of him, raised the corners of his lips, and laughed suddenly.

    Fu Zhihuan then bent down and looked into Wen Ruan's eyes, biting lightly every word: "How do you thank me?"

    The hot breath gently brushed against the ear, causing a tingling feeling.

    Wen Ruan suddenly got stuck.

    I just want to express my appreciation, why do I really want something?

    So she scratched her head for a long time before thinking of a reasonable solution: "Well, otherwise I will send you a six-dollar red envelope."

    As Wen Ruan said, she took out her mobile phone, opened WeChat, and sent a small red envelope neatly.

    Fu Zhihuan: "…"

    $6.66.

    In this regard, Wen Ruan also explained: "Six dollars is no way, because you know, I'm relatively poor."

    By the way, review and echo your own personality.

    Fu Zhihuan: Wonderful.

    "Rest early after going upstairs, I'll pick you up at nine tomorrow morning."

    Jiang Zishen waved goodbye to the two of them, then turned upstairs with his schoolbag on his back.

    Jiang Zishen's father was not at home, so he was fostered at his aunt's house.

    Jiang’s father would call every week a lot of money for living expenses, so my uncle and aunt were happy to add an extra pair of chopsticks to the house.

    Until Jiang's father was hospitalized, they felt that there was no benefit, so they made a noise behind their backs to send Jiang Zishen away.

    However, she still has some conscience and didn't say it in front of children.

    Fu Zhihuan waited against the car door for a while, until he saw the lights on the third floor were on, then he turned around and returned to the car with confidence.

    Wen Ruan leaned over and asked, "Didn't you say you want to pick up Simon to live at your place?"

    "Jiang Zishen's father is out of danger. His uncle changed his attitude when he knew about this, and did not agree with me to pick him up again."

    "But we are still going to hide it from Lao Jiang to be discharged from the hospital. After all, he is still in a bad condition. I am afraid that the child will be sad." Fu Zhihuan started the car, his tone was light: "Jiang Zi Shen The relatives changed their minds, maybe, they still want to continue to ask for the living expenses."

    Sophisticated, not so simple.

     They say they are relatives, but they are two families when the door is closed. If there is no benefit, who wants to be a bad person.

    Wen Ruan suddenly felt fortunate, fortunately Jiang Zishen didn't know these things.

    Otherwise, how sad.

    Jiang Zishen stuck his head out, looked at the car downstairs and left before closing the window.

    He opened his diary, opened one of the pages, bit the pen cap and thought for a long time before he picked up the pen and wrote down—

    2019.05.13

    Today is a sunny day with a lot going on.

    I met a big sister who is very gentle.

    If my mother was still around, she would be as patient and patient with children as she is. Because my father said that my mother is also a very gentle person.

    Big sister seems to like Uncle Fu very much.

    I think, although Uncle Fu didn't admit it, I still think he likes this big sister a little bit.

    In fact, I already knew about my father's hospitalization, but I didn't tell them, because everyone seems to be working hard not to make me sad, so I don't want them to be sad.

    My aunt and uncle treated me very well today, and it seems that they are not going to drive me away.

    It's hard to be alone in a room. But tomorrow I can finally go to the amusement park by myself, just like other children, I can go to the amusement park with three people.

    The author has something to say: Happy Christmas Eve This chapter is all red envelopes.

    There are really a lot of classes these days, because the classes that have been rescheduled before the final exam are crowded together.

    There is only one class tomorrow! I'll be double-checking tomorrow!

 

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of fruit tea; 35840409, 24320492, 1 bottle of brocade;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!